Bad Poetry at 6am

sometimes we slip
sometimes we fall
sometimes we let are guard down

but then we right ourselves
but then we dust ourselves off and stand up
and we post that little sentry back on duty again

you'll meet those people who walk right up
saying let me in
Your little sentry guard just smiles and says
why should I
as he holds his sword to their throat

most will put their hands up and slowly back away
shaking their hands and apologizing
never coming around again

few on the rare occasion will stand their ground
because I need to get in there
eying the little guard and convincing him to let them through

One or two will greet him eye to eye
and make a friend of him
slipping in right by

Most won't stay once they past that sentry
they shake their head and back out
Few will apologize but most just go not saying a word

on the rarest of occasions you have to send that sentry in
and tell those inside about the mistake
they shouldn't have ever been let in
for their not allowed to stay and to go back where they have been

So when the sentry comes for you and tells you
you're not allowed
don't argue or fight with him
be happy you were in

See that if he smiles at you
you're allowed to come and visit
but never for very long

For if you stay you'll see to much
start to grow roots even
so one day
is long enough